Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 406: 404, Pennywise would rather die than live

After saying goodbye to Ryan and hanging up the phone.

The psychological counseling clinic became quiet.

Du Wei sat on the couch, lit a cigarette, and began smoking silently.

Recently, his craving for cigarettes had increased.

It wasn’t a good habit, just a stress reliever for the constantly tense state of his mind.

“The church probably won’t come to blows with the Veda Sect right now, the conflict isn’t serious, so I still need to push things forward,”

“Besides, after this is resolved, I might have to deal with the Vanity Sect, as the threat of Evil Spirit Transformation is getting more severe.”

He said this to himself and then began to organize his thoughts.

Dealing with the Veda Sect isn’t too difficult, throw some dirt their way, stir up some trouble, and the problem should resolve itself. By then, it will be time for him to head to Europe to face off with Evil Spirit Du Wei.

As for the Vanity Sect.

To be honest, Du Wei wanted to join them.

But right now, his situation was tricky, as far as he knew, only the Vanity Sect could eliminate the threat without losing their abilities.

“Perhaps plant an undercover agent within the Vanity Sect,”

“Ryan is also an option, his ability seems to be able to turn hunters into ordinary people, but they would lose their powers, which is really the worst-case scenario,”

“And I always have a feeling that getting him involved is unreliable.”

In a few sentences, Du Wei laid out his plans for the future.

He currently had far too many troubles.

He had to resolve each problem step by step.

However, compared to before, it’s indeed much better, at least the Demon Nun has been taken care of, no need to worry about that anymore.

Once Evil Spirit Du Wei and the Antique Clock are taken care of, what remains will just be minor troubles.

Thinking of this.

Du Wei took a deep breath and exhaled a cloud of white smoke.

He needed to rest.

Tomorrow, he would still have to go out and check for the presence of Evil Spirits in New York. If there were any that slipped through the net, he would Mark them to be taken for death when facing Evil Spirit Du Wei.

Moreover, he also needed to make time to visit the church, as the special items selected by Mrs. Senna should be arriving in New York by tomorrow afternoon if all goes well.

…

Meanwhile, in another place.

In a valley somewhere in Europe, there stood a colossal castle among the manors.

The interior of the castle was a great hall, clearly decorated in a dark gothic style.

In the center of the hall, a fire was made from piled stones, currently giving off weak flames, with several burnt-to-cinder skeletons where their skeletal connections were still partially visible.

All the bishops of the Veda Sect stood lined up on both sides of the fire.

Their faces were solemn, eyes filled with a touch of fanaticism.

Suddenly, a hoarse voice echoed from the darkness, “Praise Veda.”

The speaker was the leader of the Veda Sect—Akaret.

This name carried the meaning of the Prophet, and each leader would inherit this name along with certain strange powers.

At this moment.

When Akaret’s voice fell, the other bishops began to chant along.

“Praise Veda.”

“Praise Veda.”

Their voices were deep and solemn, carrying a peculiar persuasive power that could easily induce a herd mentality in people, especially when religious fervor was intense. This is why faithless people could be easily influenced and swayed when brought into certain religious settings.

Of course.

The members of the Veda Sect were different.

They were dyed-in-the-wool Cultists, each with blood on their hands, having taken many innocent lives.

Their outward beauty could not conceal the venom within their hearts.

Besides their faith in their deity, the so-called Veda, their spiritual worlds had long been twisted and shattered.

Furthermore, now that they had found their “god,” their faith would only become more unwavering.

Of course.

The premise was that they were unaware this “god” had sinister motives toward them.

Du Wei despised the Veda Sect very much.

The Evil Spirit Du Wei was no different.

Above the great hall of the ancient castle,

thick black mist roiled like boiling water, incessantly churning.

Upon closer inspection, one could vaguely make out the outline of a mirror within the mist.

And in the deepest part of that mirror were a pair of cold, indifferent eyes.

Devoid of any emotion.

Those were the eyes of the Evil Spirit Du Wei, which remained in the mirror, but the mirror itself was now covered in cracks.

It was about to come out soon.

The more the Veda Sect believed in its existence and worshipped it, the more severe its influence became on the Veda Sect.

Just as it had said before, there would only be one will within the Veda Sect, and that was its will.

Suddenly,

a shrunken, red balloon squeezed out of the cracks in the mirror.

Then, as if someone were inflating it, the balloon grew a bit larger.

Within the balloon, one could faintly see the outline of a clown.

Pennywise had not died.

Or it might be said that what it had suffered was worse than death.

Because it had once tried to create the corpses of Du Wei’s parents in front of the Evil Spirit Du Wei and Du Wei himself.

The personalities, memories, and logical thinking of the Evil Spirit Du Wei and Du Wei were completely the same.

Though one was an evil spirit and the other a human,

they were both Du Wei.

During the time the Evil Spirit Du Wei was trapped inside the mirror, Pennywise endured tortures beyond its ability to bear.

Over and over it was squashed to a pulp.

This was far worse than being merely a shadow.

Suddenly, all members of the Veda Sect, including the mysterious Akaret, heard a chilling voice in the depths of their hearts.

“Hang this balloon up so that everyone can see it,”

The tone of the Evil Spirit Du Wei carried the sense of a command.

It was even colloquial,

far from the lofty manner “a god” should possess.

Yet the followers of the Veda Sect found nothing amiss, because to them, this was how a god should be.

Then, they heard the voice of “god” once more.

But this time, the voice was barely audible, indistinct as though whispering profound secrets, leading one’s spirit into a void.

At the very back of the hall, there stood a throne made of gold.

It was engraved with many mysterious symbols.

Sitting upon it was Akaret, cloaked in a black robe that covered him from head to toe.

In reality, he was a young man.

Or rather, the body he inhabited was very young.

Like Matthew, he too had lived a very long period, needing to change bodies every twenty years.

At this moment, Akaret’s gaze was hollow, occasionally flickering with a struggling light.

With every whisper from the god, he fell into agony, feeling his own consciousness twisting.

But whenever the whispering ceased,

he forgot it all.

“Praise Veda… Praise Veda…”

Akaret murmured, the struggle in his eyes gradually fading away.

He could no longer control himself.

During this process,

the red balloon grew larger and larger, floating midair, with the clown’s silhouette becoming increasingly distinct.

The Evil Spirit Du Wei was using the Veda Sect to nourish Pennywise.

It seemed to be laying its trump card.

Pennywise was just one of them.

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